car alarms ring outside
the pale blue is there
inevitable dusk time
condensation blocks my view
I can only hear the pounding rain
the people, they are blurry
in the near distance
no solid figures
only liquified instances
no identities
the rain has stopped
I see the splashes of light
glowing from the metal giraffes
I recently heard a car drive over
a pile of glass
I can also hear the moan
of the traffic
on the motorway; not far away
a lining of mould graces my window frame
the trees have been shaved
peering down
my jumper is dirty with stains
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